Your Old Droog - We Don't Know You lyrics

[Hook] Since I knocked the world off its axis People wanna ask us for a special kinda access Problem is, we don't know you, we don't know you Rappers run up and give me dap, mad strong Saying they been waiting long like, “We gotta do a song" Yeah, but the problem is, we don't know you, we don't know you (We don't believe you, you need more people) [Verse 1] Y.O.D.'s a student of the game, we pa**ed the cla** Cause nobody could read you dudes like he do These cats is jaded, tryna do what Jay did Wasting studio time, getting faded Said you had a cla**ic, that sh** was C-graded Get degraded and I don't worry about karma from cats we've shaded Sky's the limit, my life shines bright, no matter who tries to dim it sh** hits hard, whether you're in Brooklyn or in Decatur Your music's just an indicator of a sh**ty a** time in rap Escape the ringtone era and now they peddling apps Old Droog is the best, keep it real, B That's why he got that seven figure deal, figgadeal me? He once took a lesbian on a date, the present day great Everything I say resonate [Hook] Since I knocked the world off its axis People wanna ask us for a special kinda access Problem is, we don't know you, we don't know you Rappers run up and give me dap, mad strong Saying they been waiting long like, “We gotta do a song" Yeah, but the problem is, we don't know you, we don't know you (We don't believe you, you need more people) [Verse 2] I'm just k**ing off rappers and making space They're more concerned with documenting what's taking place Then what's taken place, they don't come to work They come to imitate "Fade to Black" and make funny faces Whenever their producers play the track I'm the opposite, barely even know what we got on air Comatose when I'm not on air As long as I'm caking and can afford to go on vacation I care less if I'm boring in a social situation Who wants to be the life of the party? Or after life of the after party And I don't make music for no party Just for my dudes and chicks who got in 2006 And got buried in Ed Hardy You hardly hit me up when I wore them same Milli Vanilli SB's and black and red Airmaxes, practice for years I don't think you really know how sharp the rhyme axe is [Hook] Since I knocked the world off its axis People wanna ask us for a special kinda access Problem is, we don't know you, we don't know you Rappers run up and give me dap, mad strong Saying they been waiting long like, “We gotta do a song" Yeah, but the problem is, we don't know you, we don't know you (We don't believe you, you need more people) [Verse 3] Shhh, quiet, I play it low like Iranians calling they self Persians Dude would change the subject, deflect it and divergent So don't even try to cast dispersions, son My rough's iller than your mastered versions Old Droog joints was getting recorded non-stop With no filter on the mic, you knew it was gonna pop (without going pop) I don't make music for ma** consumption Why you got that makeup on, you masking something? ‘Far as showcasing my repertoire, I kept it raw I tried to smooth it out, it felt like we was diluted Had me ready to throw a riot And die looting amongst these rap mutants, hollering and hooping Doing finger guns, but who they shooting? Hardly ever get computers 'puting They putting off while I put in work, I'm like Putin [Hook] Since I knocked the world off its axis People wanna ask us for a special kinda access Problem is, we don't know you, we don't know you Rappers run up and give me dap, mad strong Saying they been waiting long like, “We gotta do a song" Yeah, but the problem is, we don't know you, we don't know you (We don't believe you, you need more people)